Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2013 22:56:23 -0500
From: Roe St. Alee
Subject: How I Got Carter (Part II)
PART II
This story contains sexual content, involving high school age males. If
this offends you, please leave this page immediately. This story is a work
of fiction, and any similarities to real life people, places, and
situations is purely a coincidence.
If this story does not offend you, please enjoy. Your questions and
comments are welcome, so please email me at roesaintalee@hotmail.com.
Thank you so much to everyone who wrote to me after Part I. It's been
amazing to hear about your reactions to and thoughts on the story. Thanks
for reading!
(...continued from Part I)
Ah, the locker room. A place to inspire strong, mixed emotions for
any often horny sixteen year old boy. And when you're gay, even more so.
And me? I'm gay.
I'm Jackson, and this is my story. A story about the good guy (me)
winning out over all the odds and getting exactly what he wants. And what
do I want? Well, at the moment, I'm standing in a locker room full of
incredibly fit, naked thirteen to eighteen year-olds, so I suppose I'll
take the lot.
I'm only kidding (sort of). While I would enjoy spending a little
alone time with plenty of these fine, young gentlemen, the true object of
my desire is currently busy showering the last bit of chlorine off his
unimaginably sexy body. Carter.
And right now it's not just Carter, but Carter in the locker room.
Carter finishing his shower. Carter hooking his thumbs in his jammers and
pulling them slowly down his body, revealing hip bones and smooth v-lines.
Carter pulling them a little farther to reveal the base of his dick just
below a shaved pubis. Carter stripping them down along the length of his
flawless, soft cock and down his muscular thighs.
Locker rooms aren't always the easiest thing in the world, to say
the very least.
Some days, I can walk in, take care of business and be out before
sex even crosses my mind. Other days, it's a little tougher. Boys will be
boys - goofing off, showing off, and in one particularly bizarre incident
several years ago that the school administrators would prefer everyone just
forgot all about, getting off. Names will not be mentioned, but they know
who they are...
I digress. I survive the locker room mostly through a force of
routine. In the door, turn right into the showers. A minute or two in the
showers, keeping my eyes fixed firmly at the wall in front of me. Bathing
suit off, finish the shower, walk through the far end of the shower to my
waiting towel, dry off, underwear on, pants on, and then I can relax. No
peeking, gawking, or admiring until I am clothed enough to avoid any chance
of embarrassment. Oh, what I force myself to miss out on each and every
day.
When I first joined the team in my freshman year, I wasn't so
regimented, and let's just say my eyes would wander. Especially at the
tender age of fourteen, I was absolutely blown away by the sheer quantity
of hot, well-muscled boys getting naked all around me. Those chests.
Those abs. Those legs. Those asses. Those beautiful, beautiful cocks.
Big ones, small ones, cut ones, light ones, dark ones – the forbidden
fruit of my early high school days.
Allow me to indulge those memories, if you will.
If I had to make a list of the top three cocks my freshman year, it
would be as follows:
3rd Place goes to Tyler Krasinski, a senior at the time. 5'10, 160
pounds, sexy blue eyes, and the most beautiful cock. It was absolutely
perfect. The proportion to his body was incredible, and his balls hung
just right behind them. No curve, no blemish, and uncut to boot. If I had
to make an encyclopedic entry on the penis, I would use Tyler's for the
picture. And he loved to show it off. He apparently went through 3 years
of high school shaving his entire body, but the summer of his senior year
he showed up to practice with a half inch thick arc of pubes around the
base. In celebration of the new-look Tyler, he presented himself to the
team after our first practice, which I had no objection to.
2nd Place is for Marquelis Howard. Marq was only two years older
than me, and is the first black guy I've ever had a crush on. His body,
obviously, was carved out of wood, but he was also one of the nicest guys
on the team. His smile, good looks, and personality made me like him, but
his cut cock was the gorgeous icing on the cake. It was long even flaccid,
with a bright pink head always threatening to poke out form his darker
skin. Oh, Marq...
1st Place, however, is a whole other story. Evan Painter's dick
was huge. He was a big guy in the first place – 6'4, over 200 pounds –
but even on his frame his dick looked big. The first time I got a good
look at it, I had to consciously stop myself from staring. It was pushing
eight inches soft, and honest to god it might have been as big around as my
arm. It just dangled there in it's enormity, swaying back and forth,
forever propelled by it's own momentum. And his balls had to twice as big
as mine, too. Hard, I can't even imagine it (although sometimes I try).
I digress again, but can you blame me?
I finish up in the locker room and head out to the parking lot. I
walk along the sidewalk scanning the lot for an MR2. It's Friday, and
Koichi would be picking me up to go out to dinner. My mom works long days
on Friday, so she doesn't cook. It's kind of like her night off. Pretty
much since his sixteenth birthday, Ko has been driving us to some greasy,
disgusting fast food place to eat dinner every Friday. It works for me.
I see him at the far end of the lot talking to some girl from our
English class who's waiting for her little brother. He makes some
elaborate signal that I take to mean "Wait right there, I'll drive up and
get you," and then turns back to the girl to wrap things up. He's an
incorrigible flirt.
As Ko hops in his car, I hear a familiar voice behind me –
Carter! He's walking out with his best friend, Matt.
"Alight, dude, I'll see you tonight," Matt calls as he jogs over to
his car. "Spread the word!"
"Yeah, dude. Later!" Carter calls back. He walks over to me.
"Hey, Jackson!"
"What's up, Carter?" I reply nonchalantly. Or at least, it's like
my impression of a really excited person pretending to reply nonchalantly.
He's six feet away and hasn't even told me what he wants and my heart's
already pounding in my chest.
"I was just talking to Matt, and he had an idea." Carter's being
coy. I like coy Carter.
"What sort of idea?" I ask him.
"Well," he says, "Matt's parents just so happen to be out of town
this weekend, and he has the whole place to himself. So we were
thinking..." He trails off suggestively.
"Party?"
"Hell yes!" Carter laughs as he says it, his eyes twinkling with
mischief. "Come on over anytime after 8:30. Stever and Robert think they
can get some booze, so bring a tent or something if you want to drink and
stay over. You know how Matt's parents are."
"Yeah," I agree. Matt's parents are known to be neat freaks. This
party would be happening outside.
"You think you can make it?" he asks.
Instead of saying what came to mind, which was along the lines of
"YES YES YES OH MY GOD YES ANYTHING YOU SAY YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL," I reply
with a simple, "Yeah, man. Sounds awesome!"
"Cool. Is that Koichi?" he asks as Ko pulls up. "Let him know he
can come, too. I'm sure there will be some people there for him to hang
with..."
He pinches his finger and thumb together and brings it up to his
lips like he's smoking an invisible joint and winks at me as he laughs.
Ko pops his head out of the window. "You boys talking about me?"
he asks, in reference to Carter's invisible joint.
"Of course not!" I say sarcastically as I move around the car to
get in. Carter and I share one last smile as I open the door. "Alright,
Carter, I'll see you tonight."
"Later, guys!" he calls out as we pull away.
Not, bad, Jackson, not bad. Any interaction with Carter is enough
to make me want to hurl (in the good way), but I can usually hold it
together. Ko helps a lot. Even if Carter puts me on edge, Ko always
loosens me up. I can't not feel relaxed around this kid.
Koichi Nakamura had been my best friend for about three years. We
just get each other. We met on the soccer team my freshman year, and we've
hung out almost every day since. Ko is a year older than me, but he looks
like he could be fourteen. It's that ageless quality that a lot of
Japanese have, I guess.
In truth, Ko is pretty hot, if you're into Asian boys, which I
wouldn't say that I'm not. He's about 5'7, really thin, but with a well
toned body from tennis and soccer. Ko's in kind of a punky phase at the
moment, so he has some red highlights in his bangs and a lip ring.
As attractive as he is, his friendship means a lot more to me than
his good looks. Our Friday night fast food runs are just one of the
traditions we have that make us like family. We bullshit about swim
practice and video games through most of our drive across town. Tonight we
pull up into one of our favorite's, Taco Jack's.
Taco Jack's is pretty much a Taco Bell, but their meat doesn't seem
to be made of dog food. I don't know if there is actually a "Taco Jack,"
but assuming there is, he makes a pretty mean taco.
We're hungry enough tonight that we get through most of our meal
without saying a word. Eventually talk turns to the usual – a battle
plan for the weekend.
"What are you up to tonight? It looks like Carter's having a party
or something," Ko asks.
"Yeah, you're invited if you want." I snarkily imitate Carter's
invisible joint much to Ko's amusement.
"Well, you certainly have my interest," Ko says, "but I've got a
hot date."
"What a surprise." Ko can be quite the player. It's rare that he
doesn't have a date on Friday. "So is this one your girlfriend, or what?
Still just playing the field?" I already know the answer, but I'm just
being an ass.
"Girlfriend?" he replies. "Please." Ko lowers his voice. "I'm
way too horny for that shit. Besides, you've got nothing on me. Where's
your girlfriend at?"
"Well, at least I don't try a new one out every weekend."
Ko rolls his eyes. I've never told him point blank that I'm gay,
but I think he knows. While he couldn't expect me to have his level of
devotion to the female body, he has to have picked up on what he must view
as a complete lack of interest.
"Yeah, right." He rolls his eyes. "I don't know how you do it,
man. If I don't have sex every week I start going crazy. It literally
hurts me to hold it in!" He makes a funny pained expression.
"You could try masturbating," I suggest in my most helpful tone of
voice.
"It's just not the same." We hold each others' gaze for as long as
we can before we both start cracking up. We've probably had this
conversation a thousand times. Ko wants to have sex all the time – the
person he's doing it with isn't so important. I'm not like that. We both
think the other is crazy for it.
We joke and bullshit a little more before tossing out our food
wrappers and heading out. We both have a big night ahead of us.
* * * * * * *
I get to the party a little after nine and it's already in full
swing. There's a little bonfire going in the back yard, and I say hi to a
couple people as I walk in from the road. It worked out perfectly that Ko
was able to drop me off on his way to pick up his date, so I won't have to
worry about a car.
I walk around the back of the house and have to shake my head a
little bit at the setup we have for the party. Matt's house is pretty
huge, and his yard is awesome. In front of the house is a big field where
a handful of people are tossing a Frisbee around. Around the side is an
above ground pool, and in the back is a nice open space with a massive
patio, a fire pit, hammock, and a few acres of woods, perfect for camping.
I toss my tent and sleeping bag down in the grass near the hammock and head
back to the party.
Somehow they managed to get a hold of a keg for this thing, and I
start my first beer before getting called over by some guys from the swim
team to do a shot. The vodka we're drinking is terrible, but as a sixteen
year old, the whole thing seems pretty awesome. We raise a toast to the
end of another summer and knock them back. We all spend the next few
seconds trying not to cough or gag – this stuff is brutal!
I gather up the glasses and walk them over to the far patio table
where no one is likely to knock anything over or start an impromptu game of
beer pong. As I'm setting down the glasses, I see Carter sitting in a
chair at the end of the patio, talking on the phone. He doesn't look very
happy. I act like I'm trying to find a glass or something on the table so
I can stall for a bit and hear what he's saying.
"Well, if you didn't want me to come you should have said
something, instead of just acting pouty about it."
Holy shit! It sounds like he's arguing with his girlfriend. He
hasn't noticed me, so I keep looking busy at the table to hear more.
"No, that's ridiculous! What do you want me to do? Go home by
myself and be lonely, just because you aren't having a good time?" He runs
his hand through his hair in frustration. His cheeks are a little flushed
and his brow is slightly furrowed. He looks so serious. Honestly, he's
pretty sexy when he's mad.
"I'm not happy with it either, if that's what you want to hear.
That was your decision, and it's only two more weeks, and I'm sorry you
couldn't–"
Suddenly, someone grabs me from behind, causing me to squeal a
little bit and jump in surprise, spilling beer all over my shirt. Shit.
I'm busted. Carter looks up from his phone call and stares at me. He
looks really, really intense for a second and I'm worried that he knows I
was listening to him, but then his lips part into a big grin.
"Guess who!" a girl's voice says behind me.
Thank God! I'd recognize that voice anywhere!
"Katy!" I exclaim as I turn around and hug the mystery person.
"When did you get back from New York?"
She squeezes me tightly as she replies, "This morning, actually.
Matt texted me about the party when I was on the flight, so it was
literally the first thing I saw when I got back." We break our hug and she
looks down at my shirt disapprovingly. "You have beer all over you,
Jackson."
"Well, maybe if you weren't sneaking around trying to scare people,
I wouldn't have that problem!" I try to act angry, but I'm so happy to see
Katy that I'm just grinning ear to ear.
Besides Ko, Katy's probably my best friend. We met in the
community theater in middle school when we were both in the chorus in The
Music Man. While my dramatic performance in the show should never be
discussed or even thought about, I wouldn't trade my friendship with Katy
for the world. She's actually the first person I ever came out to, and
without her help, I never would have been able to come out to my family.
"It's been ages, Jackson. Four whole months without you." Katy
gives me another big hug, and it just reminds me how much I've missed her
all summer. Katy spent the summer at an acting workshop in New York. We
both do the drama club in the spring, but I just do it for fun; Katy has
some serious talent, and I'm sure it's even better after all her training
this summer.
"Hey, Katy! Hey, Jackson!" Carter has finished his phone call and
walks over to us.
"Carter!" Katy runs over to hug him, and I feel weirdly jealous.
Katy is Matt's cousin, so she's known Carter a long time, but even so, I
can't just run over and hug him whenever I want.
"I hope you guys are ready to party," Carter says mischievously.
"We've got some big plans tonight, so drink up."
Katy jerks her head sideways toward the keg and I nod back,
grinning like an idiot. My best friend is back, my crush is on site, and
it's time for drinks. What's not to love? We start walking over towards
the keg when Carter calls to me.
"Jackson!"
I turned around to face him, and Carter has a strange look on his
face. He's looking me right in the eyes, which he definitely does not
normally do, and my stomach does a backflip.
"Yeah?" I ask, both hesitant and secretly excited at the same time.
"Try to get some in your mouth this time." He looks down at my
shirt and then back into my eyes before he smiles his incredible,
earth-shattering grin.
I follow his gaze down to my shirt and smile sheepishly. I look
back up, but he's already walking away towards the bonfire. I stare at him
as goes for what feels like an eternity, trying to process his sudden –
dare I say it – flirtatiousness. Is he already drunk, or just being
goofy? A second ago he was arguing with his girlfriend, and now suddenly
he's teasing me like he's in a great mood.
"Hey, love bird!" Katy's voice cuts through my reverie. "Pump
this keg while I pour us some beer."
I walk over in a daze to pump the keg. I suddenly feel drunk –
drunk on Carter. I feel a little dizzy after our exchange and my face
feels flushed. He was just acting a little... peculiar. Maybe it was
nothing, but I sure as hell want to find out...
(to be continued in Part III...)